Chapter 504: Guts

During the evening news hour of Tokyo TV Tower, that one related report about Mizushima’s real harboring of a female college student really did not appear.

At the time when this one exclusive news report was pulled down, there were bound to be people cursing. Young people who had just worked for a short while would immediately feel that society was so dark.

Freedom of speech and freedom of the press were words that completely deceived the general public. It’s a different story if it really involves a what?

The old birds who have been working for a long time are totally weird and strangely self defeating. In their decades of practice, they have seen it all.

If you want to insist on justice in your heart, it is not impossible, don’t come to work tomorrow. Lose your job, no more income, what about the livelihood of the family?

Furthermore, this is seen among your peers as an unruly betrayal. In the future, any company related to the industry would not dare to use an unruly person like you.

Plutocrats are not only able to monopolize the economic lifelines of a country, but they are also able to influence media reports and even the political situation of their own country. In a capitalist country, there is almost nothing they cannot do.

Masayoshi Kishimoto’s vision was to build the Hard Gold Group into a giant company that would be involved in finance, media, gaming, e-commerce, and many other industries and fields.

The reason why he didn’t invest his money into the traditional manufacturing industry was that it was difficult for him to get a share of the pie. Instead of becoming an affiliate, it was better to explore new areas.

“On the weekend, you accompany me to see a Tokyo painting exhibition so?” Sakai Rie held a red wine glass in her right hand, gently doing a clockwise shake and said.

“It’s not like I know anything about painting, so I’m not going to pretend I do. If it’s literature-related, I’ll accompany you in a heartbeat.” Masayoshi Kishimoto said as he picked up the bottle of Yamazaki Whiskey, one of the local whiskeys, in his right hand and poured it into his whiskey glass with the top down.

“I don’t know much about painting either, but just had to go and show off. The purpose of our going is to give a shout-out to others. Is it possible that you don’t understand such a simple truth?” Sakai Rie hit the nail on the head.

“In that case, you can just go alone! Whether you’re touting the other person as Da Vinci, Van Gogh, Rembrandt, Monet, it’s all completely arbitrary.

It’s a big deal to buy two paintings from the other side.” Masayoshi Kishimoto didn’t even ask who was going to open such an exhibition. In his opinion, it was nothing more than a fame and fortune operation.

Didn’t he himself give the other party a concert in order to promote Sakai Rie to the top in the first place? Then later, she changed her mind and didn’t follow the path of music.

“How does art have to be tied to money with you?” Rie Sakai said with a slight frown.

“Without money, what kind of art do you play? Take painting for example, just the various paints alone aren’t cheap, right? Hitler was still painting back in the day!

How many painters weren’t poor when they were alive? It’s only after their death that they become famous, and their works are auctioned off again and again.

What’s the problem? Even if a painting fetches an exorbitant price, it has nothing to do with the painter himself. The person is dead, and the painting was quite cheap when he sold it in the first place.

From an economic point of view, this is artificially creating scarcity. Otherwise, what kind of money do people who specialize in this make?

What to eat?” Masayoshi Kishimoto had long since put down the bottle in his hand, holding the whiskey square glass in his right hand as he gently shook it.

“So how come you have such a preference for literature? Once you heard that there were manuscripts of Natsume Soseki, Mishima Yukio, and Kawabata Yasunari, you commissioned someone to go and photograph them back for you.

According to that one you just said, this is also creating artificial scarcity.” Rie Sakai habitually barbed with him again.

“It’s completely different, okay? First, I like it from the bottom of my heart, not pretending. Second, there’s no guarantee that there won’t be discrepancies between a manuscript and a published manuscript.

You can tell from the top of a writer’s manuscript that he made changes to those areas in the first place, and why would he make one change? Is this good, or bad, after the revision?

Thirdly, it is better to let a group of artifact dealers who don’t understand the value of literature get their hands on it just so that they can sell it at a high price later, rather than letting me collect it and preserve it properly.

To put it in a larger sense, I am leaving behind literature and art for mankind. To put it in a smaller way, to cultivate my own sentiments.” Justice Kishimoto argued.

“That’s a typical double standard on your part.” Rie Sakai snapped.

“American literary simplicity master Carver’s fictional works in the eyes of those who don’t understand, what is it all written about! It’s just a running gag.

He’s not the only writer who’s poked holes in the American dream. Long before him, writers such as Fitzgerald were equally opposed to the so-called American Dream.

What is the American Dream? It’s a colored bubble, and once it’s popped, nothing is left of it. The ordinary people of the United States and the ordinary people of Japan, as well as the ordinary people of other countries, are much the same.

They are all living carefully. Osamu Dazai was a trippy, mentally challenged man who was always making suicides.

He committed suicide several times before he finally died for real. Without his extremes, what would be the beauty of the decadence he created?

Besides, Mishima Yukio, who committed hara-kiri in front of the Self Defense Forces and advocated returning power to the Emperor, was indeed influenced by the ideas of ****.

At the very least, in my opinion, he was true to his word, unlike some writers who say one thing and do another. Inside the text anti-government, anti-this and scold that, but can not wait to enter into it to become a member.

Otherwise, it’s just a way to gain fame and fortune, and they want to go in there. What are these people if not big assholes and hypocrites?

These people are like working-class leaders who say they are fighting for the rights of the workers, but who live in mansions, have cars and servants, and have vested interests.” Masayoshi Kishimoto stopped the glass of wine he was shaking in his hand and said.

“You always have so much sense.” Without hesitation, Sakai Rie threw him a blank stare and said.

“It’s not reason, it’s the truth. It’s just a pity that in this human world, most people can’t listen to the truth. Who makes the truth sting?” Masayoshi Kishimoto said as soon as he tilted his head back and took a sip of the whiskey in his glass.

Sakai Rie felt that she had been sidetracked by him. So, she immediately brought the topic back, “I want you to accompany me to that painting exhibition on the weekend. If you don’t promise me, you won’t be able to sleep tonight.”

“That’s a blatant threat.” Justice Kishimoto was calm and waveless inside.

“That’s right, I’m threatening you.” Rie Sakai replied dryly.

“Got guts, I like it.” Masayoshi Kishimoto couldn’t help but laugh out loud and said.